Tag Archives: Elizabeth Hodgson

uniforms, classrooms, assemblies, British colonisation
lining up for sun-warmed bottled milk –
I wanted to find a secluded spot under a tree where I could disappear –
disappear from view;
where I could see and not be seen.

we picked up emu eggs
and berries, he shot feral pigs
dug up witchetty grubs
and handed them to me to eat.
With my father
I began to learn how
to survive in my country.

In the Home my older brother
kept silkworms in a box with holes,
they looked like little witchetty-grubs.
My younger brother and I
ate his silkworms.
They don’t taste like the grubs
father gave us.
I spat them down the front of my jumper.